Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 221



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221. Last resistance prayer.

It has a similar feel and similar actions, but it is a little different from shutting yourself in for self-development in a martial arts novel next door.

Fasting prayer refers to the act of praying while fasting and in a daze in order to achieve religious ecstasy.

Even the most cynical, let alone naive, person will admit that this act requires a strong will.

The recognition that this is hard work is what the closing prayer is aiming for.

When he recited that he had received revelations after repeatedly fasting and cutting off contact with the outside world, everyone praised him with tears of emotion.

In reality, it wasn’t a revelation, but rather a hallucination experienced while half-out of one’s mind from starvation.

But there was no better excuse for a religious person to be locked up.

What would you say to a priest who serves God and wants to be locked away alone and have a one-on-one meeting with God?

In the end, Terveer’s chaos did not last long.

“Ahhh. Ugh, ugh…”

His pronunciation was slurred because he clenched his teeth so hard, but the meaning was conveyed.

If it comes out roughly, he’ll probably just grumble and say, “Let’s wait and see.”

The sea as expected.

And if you expected it, you should prepare for it.

It’s not that we started the closing prayer without any countermeasures, even though we knew something like this would happen.

I laughed as I listened to the sound of footsteps slowly receding beyond the firmly closed door.

“Hehehe.”

The reason why I can be so confident and relaxed even though I am holding on to the terve that I am bragging about.

The secret was in the solid door that separated the small chapel I was locked in from the secular world.

Whispering.

The voice of the monk at the door is heard whispering.

“Yes. He went. Here.”

Let’s think about it rationally here.

Is it really that easy and simple for priests to lock themselves in this room and fast for tens of days to receive religious revelations?

Is it really possible for the human body to survive for dozens of days without drinking a single sip of water?

Church leaders will tell you that if you have amazing faith, you can do it, but the truth is this:

“What’s for dinner today?”

“This is a soup made with chicken broth. I asked for one of the roosters that cannot lay eggs to be cooked.”

Click.

To the left of the tightly closed door, a delicious smell wafts from the vent that was supposed to be there for ventilation.

I put my finger into the prominent groove and removed the grille blocking the vent.

Then a small space appeared connecting the hallway and the attic.

With chicken porridge that gives off a fragrant broth smell.

I picked up the bowl of chicken porridge and exchanged warm words as I closed the vent again.

“May the stars of the universe bless you.”

“May the stars of humanity give you an answer.”

A warmth rising from deep within the heart.

This is a sense of community.

I picked up my spoon, feeling a bond as strong as blood relations.

It doesn’t make any vulgar slurping or delicious slurping sounds.

Neatly and calmly.

To prevent any sound from leaking out and raising doubts about the purity of my prayers, I ate the chicken porridge like a reservoir drying up silently during a drought.

Of course, even if you don’t make a sound, if you pile up dishes in the room, you’ll get caught.

After eating, place the empty bowl back in the secret space and recite the predetermined verse three times.

Then, the monk waiting in front of the door would take the empty bowl away without a second thought.

Even beautiful swans kick powerfully under the water.

People think that miracles come suddenly, without any warning or cost.

But miracles were made possible by countless efforts that were so unnoticeable.

“Dawn drives out dusk.”

As we recite the agreed-upon verse three times, the empty bowls in the vent disappear with a rattling sound.

Only then did I realize that my stomach was full and my back was warm, and I turned my gaze towards the blue cross idol in front of me.

Of course!

I had no intention of just lying around here doing nothing and sleeping.

There is only one thing I would like to pray for on this occasion.

I decided what to pray for while looking up at the blue cross idol placed on the altar in a kneeling position.

“Oh, benevolent starlight of humanity.”

I greeted them with the same formulaic idiom that the church always uses.

“Just Death, who promises eternal rest but does not allow resurrection.”

So far removed from common sense.

“Now, please tell me why you made an exception for me and revived me.”

He demanded an explanation for the contradictory actions.

Of course.

The star of humanity, Lux Stella, was not a god with a light butt, so much so that her followers would respond with just one prayer.

When it came time to make the pledge, he appeared right away like a ghost.

So there are two vows that haven’t been fulfilled yet.

I even thought about using either a pledge of honesty or a pledge of temperance as bait to get an answer.

and.

“…”

I changed my mind when I thought of those foolish people who couldn’t lie even once because of their oath of honesty and the self-restraints who had such strict standards.

I don’t think I need to make a pledge of honesty since I live honestly without any particular pledge.

Moreover, what kind of god is the star of humanity, Lux Stella?

Lux Stella is someone who focuses on how difficult it is to keep a promise.

When he sees me, I, who always reveals myself honestly and without any blemishes, swear an oath of honesty? How crude a symbol that would seem.

The same goes for moderation.

A model priest who is faithful to his duty without being pretentious, despite being in a position that would make others shrug their shoulders.

I, the epitome of integrity and moderation, don’t think I could impress Lux Stella by swearing a vow of moderation.

However, just repeating prayers is a bit strange.

What is prayer?

I think of prayer as a kind of doorbell or email to God.

Would you be happy to see a guy ringing the doorbell repeatedly when no one answers, or would you be seen as a stray dog?

The answer is clear.

After feeling the need to empathize with others and having a selfless heart that even considers God, I decided to wait humbly.

Close your eyes and pray quietly.

At that moment.

“Barialdo.”

I clearly heard a vivid voice next to me as I was alone in the small chapel.

“The chief of the guard has come.”

When I slowly opened my eyes, a different scenery, not a chapel, unfolded before me.

A village with only outlines left, like a shadow without facial features under a pile of cooled ashes.

Soldiers who are enduring their hunger by scraping together poison, sitting between charred bricks.

finally.

“Your Majesty… I have come to fulfill my duty as the chief chamberlain.”

Even the sight of the old chief chamberlain, Ilen, kneeling and bowing her head in torn clothes here and there.

As soon as I saw the kneeling attendant, I knew it was a dream.

It’s a dream I can’t wake up from at will.

***

There was a child I considered my younger sibling.

Even though it was my second life, I thought there was a woman among the refugees who might be my mother.

So, they fought fiercely despite their small numbers, hoping that they would escape safely.

But winning and losing are cruel laws.

No matter how desperate you are, it has no effect on winning or losing.

No matter how strong your resolve, there is a limit that can never be overcome.

That is how the collapse of the kingdom of Ravansta came about.

The defeat brought about by the desire to protect was fatal and irreversible.

And as is often the case with a country that has lost its power and authority, the end was extremely miserable.

The ragtag lords who pretended not to know anything, saying that it was okay as long as it was not their territory, were never able to lead a united resistance.

No, I didn’t.

This is because they took this confusion as an opportunity and only thought about preying on each other.

The last five years of my thirteen-year reign.

The last two years of the five-year period of his rule, during which he ruled the country without any interference, were truly such a time.

The reign, which was originally intended to last 11 years, ended up being extended by two years.

These were the days when the last resistance of the fallen kingdom of Lavansta continued.

At the center of this resistance was the old chamberlain Ilen.

“Your Majesty, even those who hate and resent you know that you alone are active in the fight against the heretics.”

Irene stubbornly called me to tell him even though I told her I had given up my position as king.

Even though he expresses his discomfort by fiddling with the handle of the knife.

The chief of the guard, Ilen, reported news of the world that she had not known about because she was busy hunting heretics, with an indifferent attitude.

“And such public opinion has taken root thanks to the amazing feats that Your Majesty has demonstrated. With just 300 men, Your Majesty has defeated the pagan warriors who were trampling upon armies of thousands…”

“Point to it?”

“Some say that the first ancestor has truly descended.”

It was truly funny.

The voices that hated me for sending my children, parents, and siblings to their deaths.

Those who used to look down on me because I was of lowly blood are now starting to look up to me.

Of course, until then, there were many who remembered and cursed the harsh conscription and draft, so the voices were not very loud.

But for those who were directly exposed to the invasion, who had fought against the pagan warriors and realized their might, a different story began to emerge.

“As Ilren said this, she straightened the robe that had the sleeves torn off.

“Your Majesty, I know that you never wanted to be king. I know that you have come here to refuse to be called king.”

He knelt down and said this.

“But if Your Majesty remains king… even those proud lords will accept Your Majesty’s family tree as the truth and not a fabrication.”

“It’s not a fabrication, it’s the truth?”

“The Duke of Aurene stated so.”

It was the name of the guardian I had heard after a long time.

And, as expected from a guy who usually does all kinds of crazy things for the sake of the country, this time he was making a crazy proposal again.

“The stigma of being a despised bloodline that has plagued Your Majesty has been washed away. Your Excellency Aureline… if Your Majesty ever wears the crown again.”

To others, it might have seemed like a generous and grand offer, but I just laughed.

I don’t know if he just threw it out there knowing that it was an offer I would never accept, or if he really thought that was the case.

“If you use the name of royalty, I will gladly comply,” he said.

“Hahahaha!”

I responded to that with a laugh.

“Is the position of king really that great?”

“majesty.”

He pulled out his sword while laughing.

“I tried it and it wasn’t that great.”

He grabbed the drawn sword and swung it into the ground.

“I, Barial, am the son of a lowly serf whose name I do not even know. Although I can be confident, I cannot tell you the name of the royal family.”

“Your Majesty, please… If Your Majesty accepts, all the lords of Labansta will have no choice but to unite, even if they are reluctant.”

Hearing those words, he glared at the old attendant fiercely and replied:

“I will accomplish nothing in the name of those who have done nothing.”

“Your Majesty. Remember the innocent. Please take the only way to save everyone in Lavanstar…!”

Rationally and logically, I knew that was true.

There are those who would follow a king, but no nobleman would be so witty as to follow the son of a lowly serf.

“Ravansta, you all owe your lives to the king.”

There were those who would fight for the descendants of the first god, but only one would give his life for an unlucky serf.

“This time, I, Barialdo, will sacrifice all of your lives for revenge!”

He already died in front of me.

“majesty….!”

“Go and tell them. The son of a lowly serf is fighting against the infidels. If saving your country is more important than the fame of a lowly serf, then respond to my call for help. Otherwise, get out of here.”

I glared at the old man in front of me, who was nothing more than a puppet, and grumbled.

“Your Majesty. You made me king, saying that not paying attention is the way to protect yourself, and now you’re trying to make me king again with similar words?”

“….”

I had mercilessly torn apart the heart of the only man who had ever pitied me.

However, the old man, Ilen, was more determined than expected.

He seemed to drop his head, but then raised it again and faced me with a determined expression.

“Then I will help you, the uneducated child of a serf. I have seen and heard a lot thanks to having held the position of chamberlain for so long.”

“?”

“First teaching. Look and listen carefully. A bloodline that deserves to be looked down upon. There is no noble who will follow that bloodline…”

There was only one person who would die for the unfortunate serf.

“…Whether it’s revenge or something else, there are many warriors who will follow a warrior who can confront them right away!”

That’s how it was until now.